She pressed her ear against the wall, careful not to try and magickally hear the voices on the other side better. What she was doing was dangerous enough, after all Qishir Thayne only allowed those pertinent to the conversation inside her meeting hall and any who weren't invited but tried to listen in anyway were …
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He'd followed Rhyshladlyn for the last thirty-five years. Had watched him from afar, protected him in a way that his Warrior couldn't. And it had nothing to do with the Alphenian's competency and everything to do with how the Worlds at large didn't remember. Acted like the three hundred years between the end of the …
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He dropped from the Line and turned in a slow circle, searching the area around him. Not that he was going to find anything here. This area of Imèn World had been abandoned and empty for decades, if not longer. A section of the World where the desert lands of Fènwa's eastern edges had begun …
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Relyt had wanted answers, had asked questions he could hardly stomach and what he got back was a set of answers to everything but those questions. It was... he shook his head and fought not to crumple the parchments in his hands into an unrecognizable jumble. The curses he spoke in a jumbled mix of Gretlök and …
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"What is going on with you?" For a moment Ishmariel stood frozen halfway around the corner, eyes locked onto the sight of Azriel and Rhyshladlyn in the middle of the corridor a few feet away. The former was looming over the latter, looking equal parts frustrated and concerned; the inches of height difference only noticeable …
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She stalked through the corridors with no real destination in mind. Just needed to put as much space between her and the meeting hall as possible. Which was dumb, really. What she was running from wasn't a room or a group of people, it was a feeling. One that followed her like the scent of …
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Soon as he had stepped into the room he'd been given at the Palace and locked the door behind him he let his careful mask of indifference slip just a little. Let his emotions fill his face as he looked around at the muted opulence of the room. Looked at the thick steel-grey rug that …
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Bayls drummed her fingers on the tabletop and tried to breathe through her frustration. Tried not to get angry at how everyone kept on talking shop like Rhyshladlyn's vacant chair wasn't a blaring siren that shit was wrong. Like the Grey Qishir's scent wasn't still thickening the air; a scent that had only gotten stronger …
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It felt like hours before he pulled himself up from the ground. But he knew it had only been minutes, if even that. Still, his joints popped as he straightened up, as he released his near death grip on the railing, leaving behind perfect imprints of his fingers and palms. With yet another sigh, a …
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The trees blurred as he ran. Underbrush sneaking out to tug at his legs and what remained of his pants, tried to trip him up but so far hadn't succeeded. In the distance, though not far enough for his liking, howls and chittering chirp-like calls pierced the air. All around him near-true night twilight reigned, …
The Seven Worlds 